A/N: Okay, first off, I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone out there that has been affected by the 'events' of this story. (I don't want to give it away, but you'll understand what I mean if you read it.) Particularly my Godfather/Uncle Jeff, Grandma Jane, and Aunt Becky, may they be in peace. To all of the survivors out there who made it through and to all of the families and friends of those who were not as fortunate.

Second, I'm sorry for what I did to Sara in this, but the story was in my head and needed to be written.

Third, all mistakes are mine and that of Microsoft Word which has been known to suck royally. If there's anything really troublesome that I missed please let me know. Also, all of my information might not be completely accurate, so just work with me on that one and be imaginative.

And finally, please read and review. I put a lot of thought into this story, so please let me know what you think of it. I always love your comments, good or bad. Be honest.

Disclaimer: Still just a single mother of two, writing fan fiction. But soon, I promise, I'll own CSI and GSR will be consummated with a live action kiss (at the very least they owe us that!)

That's it. My rant is done. Enjoy the story!

-Surviving-

Chapter Fourteen: Guiding Me Home

"She made it." Was all that the doctor said, but it was all that needed to be said. Everyone broke out into sobs, holding onto each other for dear life as the doctor started talking again. Everyone turned their joyful attention back to the doctors to hear what they had to say. "It was very touch and go for about and hour and a half around the seventh hour. Sara's heart stopped twice and we had to restart it using the defibrillator paddles, essentially shocking her back to life. For a while there I have to be honest, I didn't think she would make it through. Whatever was keeping her alive in there, it wasn't us, that's for sure. She's got a strong will to live. She's lucky to be alive right now. She's being moved into recovery now. Thanks to a Mr. Braun and a very generous donation, we are setting her up in her own recovery room so that you can all see her. She's unconscious as we spoke about before and she'll probably be that way for a while, but she's stable and doing well. As far as we can tell we were able to get all of the cancer cells. We won't know for sure for about six months, and for the next three months she'll be on intense therapy to fight off any remaining cancer cells and prevent it from returning. After the first three months she'll be lowered back to her previous therapy which will be a lot easier on her physically."

"But she's okay? She's…She's going to be okay?" Grissom asked hopeful with salty tears pouring from his eyes.

"Yes, she's going to be just fine. And assuming that the cancer has all been removed and she takes well to the new treatment, we may be looking at a cancer survivor, no longer a cancer patient." Dr. Wallace said happily.

"Thank you. Oh God, thank you." Grissom cried. "It was the cake." He said more to himself than anyone else, but they all heard and turned expectant, amused eyes to him.

"What?!" What the main response.

"Huh? Oh. Sorry. Sara, I…she said that she wasn't going anywhere until she was able to taste a piece of our wedding cake. She did it for the cake." He said with a bright smile and a shrug.

"That's Sara alright." Nick commented.

Sixteen hours later Grissom sat next to Sara's bed, doing the crossword puzzle, making sure to read her the clues as he did, like he always did.

"17 down, three letters, 'Chamber in Harem.'"

"Oda" Her voice was strained and quiet, but it was there. Grissom almost fell off of his chair. The crossword was long forgotten as he leapt to her side. Her eyes were still closed, but he could tell by her breathing that she was awake.

"Hey."

"Chocolate." She said as her lips curved up into a delightful if not small smile.

"What?" He was confused, amused but definitely confused. The doctor said she might be a little out of it when she awoke given the amount of pain medication that would be in her system.

"Chocolate. With white frosting and little pink flowers all over it." The smile on his face grew full length as recognition hit him.

"Well, I think then that we're going to need two cakes, because you'll eat one all by yourself." He laughed a little as he leaned down to place a kiss to her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." Her eyes fluttered slightly before she let them open fully.

"Hey there." Whispering to her, he stroked her cheek lightly as he stared deep into her eyes.

"I knew I recognized those eyes. They're the one's that came with the cake."

"Do you know how adorable you are when you're all drugged up?" He teased. He had to say that a drugged up Sara was quite amusing. "You gave us quite a scare for a while there."

"Hmm?"

"It doesn't matter. You're here now." Again kissing her forehead.

"Come here." She whispered as she struggled to move over on the bed, it took some work but she managed. At Grissom's perplexed expression she patted the bed beside her and lifted the blanket to let him in. "I know you haven't slept since, well I don't know what day it is, so I don't know how long, but a while, and I'll feel better with you holding me. So get your tired but in this bed and make me happy."

"Well, I would never want to upset the Great Sara Sidle, especially not when she's hopped up on drugs." He chided as he removed his shoes and climbed in with her, letting her lay her head on his chest and wrap her arm around his waist. He quickly rested his head on hers and cocooned her tightly in his embrace. "I love you baby."

"I love you, too. Thank you for guiding me home." She murmured, kissing his chest before falling back to sleep.

"No, thank you Sara, for guiding me home." He whispered to her sleeping form before kissing her head and letting sleep take him with her.